He doesn't even know about this blog.

July 11 in Gulf Shores.

Jimmy Buffett and Friends Concert on the Beach.

World Cup Final on the TV.

One man tries to have it all....and fails immediately.

Basically, Steve made it very clear to those of us riding with him to find a parking spot for the concert (me and four friends of friends) that if ANYONE mentioned ANYTHING about what was going on with the World Cup, he was going to flip out. Yeah, yeah, whatever Steve, we don't care.

Anyway, right when we pull up to a house and get out, he reminds us to help him shield himself from any news of Spain v. the Netherlands (he's a huge Dutch fan). Unfortunately, Steve overheard a guy in our group tell the guy whose house we were parking at that it was going to be a tie. They just didn't get the message, apparently.

So now Steve is mad that he heard that it was likely to go into a shoot-out. Keep in mind, this guy has already stepped in gum and had his McDonald's order messed up. As we walk down through the houses by the concert venue he's still complaining. But then, suddenly, there is one quiet moment and an unmistakeable scream of sports hysteria echoes from an anonymous house to the great outdoors, and to us:

"SPAIN WINS!"

It seems you can't always get what you want.